Two dreams.
First:
My family was at some outdoor event, and I showed up late, but on the way to meet them, I saw a bike that was just lying on the sidewalk. I rode it home, came back, and returned it. Some kid accused me of stealing it, and I ignored him and sat next to my family. The kid told his parents, and then my family, except my brother and I, went to go talk to the parents.
More people joined the parents, and I told my brother that we should go help them, and we started walking over there, but the group had turned into a mob.
So my brother and I ran away...
Interpretation:
My interpretation of this dream really bothers me. I knew that I should have helped my family because we are a family, and I'm supposed to love them, but I abandoned them. That indicates that I don't feel as strongly for them as I think I should.
Second:
I was being followed by a couple officers and I ducked into some bar to try to get away from them. Danielle was on stage, in an egg costume, emulating Marilyn Monroe's "Happy Birthday, Mr. President" thing.
After the performance, I left, and the officers were waiting outside for me. I was arrested, questioned, tortured, blah blah blah.
Interpretation:
What the fuck?
My family was at some outdoor event, and I showed up late, but on the way to meet them, I saw a bike that was just lying on the sidewalk. I rode it home, came back, and returned it. Some kid accused me of stealing it, and I ignored him and sat next to my family. The kid told his parents, and then my family, except my brother and I, went to go talk to the parents.
More people joined the parents, and I told my brother that we should go help them, and we started walking over there, but the group had turned into a mob.
So my brother and I ran away...
Interpretation:
My interpretation of this dream really bothers me. I knew that I should have helped my family because we are a family, and I'm supposed to love them, but I abandoned them. That indicates that I don't feel as strongly for them as I think I should.
Second:
I was being followed by a couple officers and I ducked into some bar to try to get away from them. Danielle was on stage, in an egg costume, emulating Marilyn Monroe's "Happy Birthday, Mr. President" thing.
After the performance, I left, and the officers were waiting outside for me. I was arrested, questioned, tortured, blah blah blah.
Interpretation:
What the fuck?